Figuring It Out - a poetry Watching the Sunset

This is a poem by ManuélWatching the SunsetWatching the sunset,the golden hour arrives—another memorywritten into the day.I breathe.One, two, three.I exhale.One, two, three.Gold, orange, gray, and whitepaint themselves across the sky,clouds drifting softlyaround the fading sun.And for a moment,I am mesmerized.Today may be ending,but tomorrowis another beginning.A reset.A refresh.Another chanceto rise again.I breathe.One, two, three.I exhale.One, two, three.Through the smallest openingsin the clouds,light still finds a wayto shine through.And somehow,so do we.I breathe.One, two, three.I exhale.Three, two, one.I welcome you, and value your engagementto poetry and these spoken words about healing and reflections by Manuél.Thank you for listening.Be good to yourself and to others.🤍 💛 ❤️Musical Tunes/Sounds Credit: Soft Baground Ambient - AKTASOK @Canva